The life of a Mafia princess

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Third PoV

Hours later, Elena wakes up from a persistent knocking on her door. She's covered underneath her blankets with her dinosaur tucked safely between her arms. Still in a sleep induced daze she turns around and frowns upon seeing that she is alone in the room.

Did she just imagine Ivano talking and apologizing to her? But how would she have her stuffed dinosaur if the conversation between her and Ivano was just a cruel trick from her mind?

"Are you awake?" Giovanni opens her door after not receiving an answer. His sister sits up in her bed and nods, rubbing her eyes with a fist and blinking repeatedly several times to become used to the harsh light from the hallway in her room.

"Santino sent me to get you. Matteo is here."

"Okay." Eleonora murmurs. With a heavy heart that is screaming at her to stay in bed, she moves the blankets off her body and somehow, still immensely tired maneuvers herself to the edge of her bed. Her unclad feet are touching the soft but cold carpet and a shiver runs through her when the relatively low temperature of her room hits her full force.

"Are you okay?" Gio asks her when he notices it.

"Yes, just cold."

"I'll go and turn up the heater downstairs then. Matteo is waiting for you in the living room with Cedro again," he waits for her to take in his words, "you'll talk to him in one of Santino's office though. Otherwise Ivano might throw another tantrum." An amused eye roll is visible on his face for the last part.

"Is he here?"

Giovanni frowns slightly and scrunches his eyebrow hard enough to form a crease in between them. "Did you not hear what I said?"

Now Elena is mirroring his expression and for a short moment, the twin is looking at the little one year old girl that constantly mirrored his expressions and actions because she wanted to be like him.

"What?" She asks in a voice laced with confusion.

"Matteo is here and waiting for you in the living room." Giovanni repeats his prior statement. In the back of his mind he muses that Matteo must be driving his brothers insane by now with how impatient he is. Not that he would ever let their sister know this though.

"I meant Ivano." Eleonora explains and gets up from her bed. She quickly remakes it. Behind her back Giovanni is looking confused at his twin who is now standing next to him. "What?" Marcello asks while his eyes are set on his sister.

"She asked for Ivano." He whispers just loud enough for only his twin to hear. Marcello moves to look at him, expecting an elaboration but he can only shrug with his shoulders.

Marcello also shrugs after a moment and turns around to look at his sister again who is in the process of putting fuzzy socks on. "Cedro told me to get you two seeing how long it takes Giovanni to do that." He smiles. His smile quickly turns into chuckling when he feels his twin glaring at him.

"We were talking." The twin rolls his eyes, not bothered at all by the fact that they are keeping the others waiting. Eleonora on the other hand though slightly panics and hurries up. Seconds later she's clad in thicker Pyjama pants and a sweatshirt that most likely belongs to Cedro and on her way downstairs.